Trophy of Grace

As day fades into evening,
my troubled mind seeks rest.
I pull aside to listen to
the One Who knows me best.
He quietly brings to my heart
His words of gentle grace.
He calls me from my worry
into His holy place.
He tells me of my destiny;
He calls me His redeemed.
His grace sings over me with love
and heals my frazzled dreams.
I never want to pull away
from His holy place,
but He sends me into the world –
a trophy of His grace.

The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.

Zephaniah 3:17

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